Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Xingde County, Chiyan Martial Arts School.

It was late at night when Zhou Chen returned to his house, and he did not see anyone on the way.

At this moment, his face had returned to its original appearance, and he sat cross-legged on the bed, waiting for the countdown to reach zero.

According to the markings on the map, if we travel at full speed tonight, we can reach the central mountain in the old world.

At that time, we may be able to glimpse the secrets of the old world.

After waiting for a while, the time on the panel slowly returned to zero.

The misty white fog continued to rise. Zhou Chen closed his eyes with practiced ease, silently waiting for the world to change.

When I opened my eyes, I was already in the Yang Family Ancestral Hall.

Picking up the rusty long stick, Zhou Chen glanced at the ancestral tablet at the top of the shrine and stepped out the door.

Ahead lies the heart of Guanxian County.

Tread!

After running for a long time, Zhou Chen looked at the suddenly raised earthen slope in front of him and showed a look of surprise.

The towering hills in the center of Guanxian County, which were originally visible from a distance, were caused by the slow uplift of the terrain.

Standing at the foot of the hill now, I realize that the ground rises abruptly and unusually.

It was as eerie as walking on a wide plain one moment and suddenly seeing a towering pagoda appear before your eyes.

Fortunately, this tower-like hill was not a dead end.

A series of steep white marble steps spiral up the hill, leading straight to the top.

Zhou Chen stood at the edge, looking up. Only a dim, lifeless light enveloped the sky, without a trace of mystery.

The next moment, the telepathic ability was activated, and the perspective suddenly changed.

The top of the hill, where the Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun Temple is marked on the map, emits a faint divine light that illuminates the surrounding area of ​​several hundred feet.

At the same time, an incredibly rich aura of relics surged down from above, causing Zhou Chen to unconsciously swallow.

"Two, three...five..."

"Ten!"

His eyes lit up, and he stepped onto the white marble steps without the slightest hesitation.

Tatata!

As you climb the steps, the surrounding stillness grows ever stronger.

Even their breathing carried an aura of death and desolation.

Zhou Chen exhaled a breath, and a white mist immediately appeared before his eyes.

Subconsciously, blood and qi surged, and the chill around my body was instantly dispelled.

After walking for a full quarter of an hour, the aura of the relics grew stronger, and a black mist resembling water vapor appeared around him.

He looked down and saw that Guanxian County had disappeared from sight; it seemed as if he had stepped into a cloud of black mist.

If it weren't for the bright enough barrier formed by the divine light at the top, he would have lost his bearings long ago.

These wisps of mist are different from the "dust" I've seen in the town at the foot of the mountain; they simply gather towards the mountaintop relentlessly.

A ring of divine light at the mountaintop acted like a barrier, keeping them out.

However, within the psychic vision, the barrier erected by divine light was being eroded by the black mist at an extremely slow speed.

Perhaps, thousands of years from now, this mountaintop will be completely swallowed up by black mist.

At the end of the steps lies a flat piece of land.

The barrier formed by divine light resembled an inverted bowl covering the flat ground.

Within the barrier, a solemn and ancient bluish-gray Taoist temple sits.

In front of the Taoist temple, there is a base covering an area of ​​about ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Above it, only the two sections of the statue's feet remain, surrounded by gold dust.

Zhou Chen walked to the barrier and reached out to touch it, feeling a glass-like texture through his palm.

Pressing down hard, the surface of the barrier caves inward like chewing gum.

A tremendous repulsive force emanated from the secluded Taoist temple, which seemed to have no intention of welcoming Zhou Chen's arrival.

Just then, the crimson gold bell obtained from the Howling Celestial Dog Temple suddenly trembled a few times in Zhou Chen's mind, carrying a hint of joy.

"The Celestial Hound?"

The bell rang, and Zhou Chen looked surprised.

Since Zhou Chen integrated the Spirit Tracking Divine Power, this crimson-gold bell has remained dormant in his mind.

Now, it has actually reacted to this divine light barrier.

Then, Zhou Chen's left hand, which was pressed against the divine light barrier, suddenly felt empty and actually reached into the barrier.

The next moment, Zhou Chen lifted his foot and tentatively stepped into the barrier, without encountering any hindrance.

"Is the owner of this place related to the Howling Celestial Dog?" He suddenly remembered the name of the temple on the map and was overjoyed.

"Could it be that the True Lord of the Mysterious Way of Qingyuan is Erlang Shen, a deity known to all women and children in his previous life?"

"If the telepathic abilities he acquired from the Celestial Hound are already so powerful, then what about his master's abilities?"

Zhou Chen's heart pounded as he quickly stepped into the barrier.

The moment Zhou Chen entered the barrier, he felt a little lighter.

Behind him, the black mist outside the barrier surged and shifted, unable to penetrate even slightly.

Only then did Zhou Chen see the full picture inside the barrier.

The ancient temple, which occupies the largest area here, has mostly broken eaves and brackets. The plaque in the center hangs askew, and the characters on it are mottled, but the words "Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun" can be barely made out.

In the open space in front of him, apart from the base of the statue with only two feet remaining, a bronze incense burner lay overturned on the ground, its fragrance still lingering even after countless years of dissipation.

Just as Zhou Chen was carefully examining the temple, the temple gate creaked open.

"Clang!!!"

A clear, resonant sound suddenly exploded in my ears!

Zhou Chen's hair stood on end, and he pushed his spiritual tracking ability to its limit.

Within sight, a streak of cyan-gold light flew out of the temple gate, tearing through the air and heading straight for Zhou Chen's brow.

Wherever the lapis lazuli light passed, it left behind trails of afterimages that lingered for a long time.

In that critical moment, Zhou Chen had no time to think.

His body suddenly leaned backward, his entire upper body almost parallel to the ground.

If it weren't for the extraordinary flexibility of a Yi Jin martial artist's body, tempered by qi and blood, this blow would have taken half his life.

"Sizzle!"

A cold, sharp sensation brushed past the tip of his nose, and the resulting gale-force wind cut several bloody gashes on Zhou Chen's cheeks like a sharp blade.

"Buzz—"

Behind me, a trembling, buzzing sound arose, then returned to calm.

Blood and sweat mingled and streamed down Zhou Chen's forehead, his chest heaving violently.

He struggled to sit up and turned to look.

The tip of a long weapon was embedded in the ground, with only the bronze-colored handle visible in the middle and rear.

The handle is adorned with a menacing black dragon swallowing its prey, exuding mystery and majesty.

Tread!

Footsteps came from inside the temple, unhurried yet each step landed squarely on Zhou Chen's heart, bringing immense pressure.

Zhou Chen's pupils contracted sharply. He gripped the rusty long staff tightly and stared intently into the dark temple.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows within the temple.

He was extremely tall, nearly nine feet, and wore a tattered, bright silver phoenix crown. His dark gold-patterned battle robe was covered in stains.

What moved Zhou Chen the most was the tightly closed vertical line between the man's eyebrows.

"Erlang Zhenjun!" Zhou Chen blurted out.

"Oh?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered as he looked directly at Zhou Chen. "How do you know my name?"

What night is this?

"Can the mortal realm, once hidden, be restored to light and survive the great calamity?"

A barrage of questions came crashing down on Zhou Chen, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

These are also the questions he wanted to ask.

As for the Qiankun Realm, it might be the true name of the old world?